Each of his shot was a thrill.
Belongingness counts
That day
I watched Sachin Tandulkar
Play against England.
This day
I happened to watch him
Against my regional team.
Where had gone that thrill
When he made such shots?
Liking lies in belongingness,
Not on any individual.
26.04.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Belong
If you know
You've always
Belonged to him,
How does it matter
If they say,
You cannot go to him?
Wherever he is
In this universe
Are you not
Already there
With him?
Belongingness is such
It breaks all barriers…
Or shall I go a bit further
And say, it's beyond all
Barriers…
If you belong to him,
Let alone death, even
God cannot separate
You from him.
Belongingness remains
The oneness remains…
Beyond age
Beyond time
Beyond birth
Beyond all sins
And virtues…
Beyond all earthly crime.
It's a heavenly
Feeling…
Beyond eternity…
Timeless, ethereal,
Spiritual…
So divine and sublime.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Isn't cricket supposed to be a team sport? I feel people should decide first whether cricket is a team game or an individual sport.
quote by Sachin Tendulkar
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Cricket World Bows Before Sachin, India Bows Before Bangladesh
The much awaited century
Of this centuary fructified at last
When Sachin flicked a ball
On the leg side
And ran, nay walked, his
Hundredth run again Bangladesh for the first time
The celebration knew no bounds
The President and the Prime Minister of India
Are among those who joined
The cricket world to congratulate
Sachin on this feat
But, as an Indian
I felt it was a let down
For Team India
As it suffered a defeat
At the hands of an opponent
Who are a reasonably new entry
Into International Cricket
Many would get angry with me
When I say
That Sachin's hundredth hundred was
Only responsible for this defeat
He might have played well
But, definite he played very slow
Probably, keeping in mind
The much talked about century of his
It was not an one dayer he played
He was inching and inching towards his century
He, definitely, performed a feat
But paved way, in the process a defeat
True, cricketing world has reasons
To applaude him
But, Team India has stronger reasons
To fault him
Sachin blasted, really? , his century
And Bangladesh blasted India
It was Sachin's gain
It was Team India's pain
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The one game we all play
The one game we all play
We play games
To show our valour
And mainly to win
We do not mind going for coaching
If we feel we do not have the
Required strength to win
We play games
Either as a team or individual
The attempt is to demonstrate
That we are better talented
Than the team or member
Against whom we play
Nations enthuse people to play games
So that they add pride
Some games are played with
Gadgets and protective accessories
We have spectators to watch
The way we play
We have umpires and referees
Who ensure rules of the games
Are strictly adhered
And it is all a fair play
We play games indoor or outdoor
We play games in daylight
Or under artificial illumination
We score while playing
And the score achieved by a team or individual
In a specific time
Decides the winner
We telecast the games
We comment on the strengths and weaknesses
Of a team or individual
We conduct national and international
Tournaments to declare a team or individual
As champion
Irrespective of skills, race, gender
We all play a game
Which is played mainly to lose
It is an individual game
With no specific rules
With no umpire
With no spectator
With no commentator
With no TV coverage
With no scores
With no trophies
With no victory stands
With no top scorer
With no “player of the match”
But we play
Most of us like to play this game
Indoor and in closed doors
Decency and civilized ways
Do not allow this game being played in the open
There is no season for this game
It can be played any part of the day
And any part of the year
Summer, winter, monsoon seasons
Have no bearing on this game
The one requirement in this game is
Complete transparency and intimacy
Rules for this game
Vary from individual to individual
Rules also get refined
With the experience of the players
There are no restrictions to employ
Any method as both the players
Are determined to be the loser
Duration of play depends again
On the individuals
The game ends
Most often to the satisfaction
Of the both the players
In other games players declare
That they are retiring from playing
There is no retirement in this game
As players advance in age
They understand it is more a mind game
Outcome of this game
Are further more players
You guessed it right
It is the game of love
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Every Little Counts
Every second counts
When I am with you
I think you are a pig
You should be in a zoo
I guess I shouldve known
Id end up on my own
Every second counts when I am with you
Every second counts
Every little counts
When I am with you
You make me feel so good
I never felt so new
I saw you long ago
Though you never let it show
Every little counts when I am with you
Every little counts when I am with you
Every second counts
When I am with you
Even though youre stupid
I still follow you
The smile upon your face,
It always stays in place
Every second counts when I am with you
Every second counts when I am with you
Every second...
song performed by by New Order
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Rhyme of Sachin Tendulkar
Thou' Cricket is not religion;
Sachin is our god,
Thou' British are Founder,
Sachin is invader.
We owned India,
British conquered it;
British owned Criket,
Sachin conqered it.
Talent sticks to that precious diomond,
Just like magnet sticks to iron.
Talent and efforts in practice matches,
Made king of international cricket.
Neither difficulties nor attraction,
Each fails in bending Tendulkar,
Whether it is fast-track of South Africa
Or Green top of Newzealand,
Sachin mesmerized all Indians by his performence on these land.
Never lost his courage
Whatever difficulties came in Carrier,
Face all difficulties by himself encouraging,
And fight with all of them like iron barrier.
And now whether it test or ODI
Sachin sir is leading run scorer.
Not king but emperor of Cricket,
The wierd guy Tendulkar,
Made Ton of Ton in International Cricket,
And become supremo of Cricket.
Played many many memorable Innings for India,
His Upper-cut is thrilling,
While Cover drive is quivering,
Master's every shot is quite trembling.
He is very very gentle sage,
But can't tolerate any challenge,
Not tell anything in Press-Conference,
But proceedin Play-Conference.
Whether it is Waqar, Warne or Akhtar,
He beat all like unstoppable runner.
People say- Sachin is God, But,
I don't agree,
God is Sachin,
This is true, true and true.
Lucky fortunate this Mumbai city,
Who bloom such wonderful blossom
Who re-defined Cricket;
By his talent,
By his stamina,
By his potential,
By his will.
And now,121 crore people of India calls you:
Go Sachin go...
Go Sachin go...
poem by Indrajeet Mishra
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I just keep it simple. Watch the ball and play it on merit.
quote by Sachin Tendulkar
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Do we settle on a regional team because we can go to its ballpark and see its games on television? Or do we choose a team as our favorite because it has an especially appealing player, a Barry Bonds or an Ichiro?
quote by John Thorn
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Made In England
I was made in England
Out of cadillac muscle
I had a quit-me father
I had a quit-me mother
I had a little Richard
And that black piano
Oh that sweet Georgia peach
And the boy from Tupelo-
Wow oh oh oh I was made in England
Wow oh oh oh I was made in England
I was made in England
Out of cadillac muscle
Face down on the playground
Crying god send me a brother
Not a bloody nose
For Rock-┬┤n┬┤-Roll
Give me that sweet Georgian peach
And the boy from Tupelo
Wow oh oh oh I was made in England
Wow oh oh oh I was made in England
I was made in England
Like a blue Cortina
But a Yankee summer
Had a way about her
You had a scent for scandal
Well here┬┤s my middle finger
I had forty years of pain
And nothing to cling to
Wow oh oh oh I was made in England
Wow oh oh oh I was made in England
If you┬┤re made in England
You┬┤re biult to last
You can still say homo
And everybody laughs
But the joke┬┤s on you
You never read the song
They all think they know
But they┬┤ve all got wrong
Wow oh oh oh I was made in England
Wow oh oh oh I was made in England
song performed by by Elton John
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I am a member of a team, and I rely on the team, I defer to it and sacrifice for it, because the team, not the individual, is the ultimate champion.
Every individual has his own style, his own way of presenting himself on and off the field.
quote by Sachin Tendulkar
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The belongingness
A man of my clan won;
I am conscious of my clan.
A man of my tongue won;
I am conscious of my tongue.
A man of my soil won;
I am conscious of my soil.
Can at all I dispense
With my belongingness?
26.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Anamnesis
I was sitting cross-legged when a tangerine man walked and went up stage.
He looked so divine with seriousness on his face. I could see neither ill feelings nor a sign of rage.
He sat with graciousness. He talked with compassion. He delivered the message loud and clear.
"Today is the day to remember, pay homage, say thanks and offer your success to your mother dear."
He continued, "Words may not be enough in expressing your gratitude to her; none the less those are the best."
In addition he said, "She is your one and only- an icon with all the embodiments of beauty laid in a crest."
Then, he pointed out, "She is the lighthouse, the anvil, the cascade, to name a few of her epitome."
In conclusion, delivering in a light voice he muttered, "She is a far beyond compare effigy."
I and we were struck with awe. Silence ruled the hall. Waiting, wanting to hear more we kept ourselves still.
As silence enveloped us, the mouse murmured twice. Sounds and visions made us all thrill.
An attestation of a son's life and her mother's feat appeared right before us - a memoir worth reckoning.
In a split of a second, arrows struck deep down into our hearts. They bled. We cried. The hall was raining.
We were tears wet, we were sighing, we were reminiscing, a sense of belongingness engulfed us all
An ideation came into me.- " A MAN will possibly abandon his MOTHER but SHE can never will." I would always recall.
poem by Winston Soldevilla from poetbay.com (13 October 2012)
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From A 3rd World Country
I lived in a 3rd world country
but that does not mean
i've got nothing to say
Coz we also grow in our own way
Third world countries
may be poor economically
but we excel in different abilities
plus we are also rich naturally
First world countries
may be hi in technolohies
but 3rd world countries
have hardworking employess
We even excel in different fileds
either in medical, singting or sports
as our nurses, singers or boxers
are demanding in all places
Though I didn't live in a 1st world
but I'm proud to be in a 3rd world
bec. it is the only place
where i feel a belongingness
poem by hikarU sHenitsUa
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And The Heavens Cried(Trail of Tears)
You could see the clouds
rolling across the sky
as the day started to rain
teardrops of blood across the land
lost in their visions of doubt
buried in their pain
white man had all the say
we were left to taciturn
as we watched everything burn
and the heavens cried
on the trail of tears
On some beaten shore
we watched the ships come in
one by one, our land wore thin
we could just watch with closed eyes
as the promises made were just lies
they said you don't belong here anymore
behind their mask, they wore a disguise
and the heavens cried
on the trail of tears
Blood spilled on our sacred ground
leaving a unwanted stain
where mighty warriors once made a stand
we never could walk hand in hand
when they lived by so much greed
we watched our people fall
thousands must bleed
still all we could do is try
and the heavens cried
on the trail of tears
Guided by the spirit wind
we held on to our pride
something they could'nt take away
as so many died
through our darkest years
and the heavens cried
on the trail of tears
(spiritwind-2009)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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American Skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
Ain't no secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, lena gets her son ready for school
She says now on these streets charles
You got to understand the rules
Promise me if an officer stops you'll always be polite
Never ever run away and promise mama you'll keep your hands in sight
Cause is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
41 shots and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots my boots caked in mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
Your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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I probably visualize myself, the shots I'm going to get in the game, how I'm going to play defense, what we have to do to stop the other team's best player, what it's going to take out of me, the whole aspect of the game.
quote by Paul Pierce
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Ripoff
I don't wanna be no traitor to the cause
But England is a luxury - not many can afford
There's people going under - it's getting out of hand
Whatever happened to our - our green and pleasant land?
It turned into a wilderness; it turned into a third world country
Most people ain't getting what they pay for
Some people gettin' more than they should be
I know, I know - I'm an alien - but what are you gonna do
I wanna live in England - but it gets to you
It gets to you, it gets to you, it gets to you
I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff
It's crazy, but it's true
I really don't know why - England wants to rip off you
England wants to rip off you, England wants to rip off you
What do you do when you find out?
Where do you go if you leave?
There's no place like home - that's what they say
And that's what you always believed
Someday you might win the Lottery
Someday you might win the Pools
But that's all you've got - that's all you've got
- to live for, to live for
That's all you've got - that's all you've got -
to live for, to live for (yeah)
To be or not to be - that's the question
Oh what's it gonna be?
I'd love to live in England - but it gets to me
it gets to me, it gets to me, yeah it gets to me
I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff
It's crazy, but it's true
I really don't know why - England wants to rip off you
England wants to rip off you, England wants to rip off you
I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff
It's crazy, but it's true
Oh I really don't know why - England wants to rip off
England wants to rip off , England wants to rip o
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Shaky Lady
Sally Ann designs the clothes
That she models on the concrete,
Moving her backwards
Down a one way street.
Home Sweet Home
For the beggar gypsy
Is where she counts your money
in her Penthouse suite
Watch her tremble
as you pass her by
Reaching for your sympathy
in clever disguise.
Contradiction in perception
Is her specialty
What she isn't
is exactly
what she appears to be
Her pitiful illusion
will only rob you blind
As she drinks champagne
from her brown bag of lies
Watch her quiver
till she reaches the door
to the life of luxury
you're paying for
Shaky Lady
You're making me old
Shaky Lady
Are you really that cold?
What ever happened to your honesty?
What made your pride
Turn into greed?
Shaky Lady
Everybody knows
Your hands only want
What our pocket books hold.
You bank on our emotion
So you can wear gold
Shaky Lady
You're making me old.
poem by Shelley Buffitt
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Men's competitive team sports focus on the balance between individual achievement and team achievement with the emphasis on team achievement.
quote by Warren Farrell
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